St. Paul daily globe., 1887-01-03
should look at me again. even if his eyes

should have laughter in their depths.
But every week the laughter seemed fur
ther away. And if he was grave in class
he was graver still on Saturdays. He
gazed steadily at my paper as he discussed
| it, and discussed it as though in dream.
He no longer thought me flppant and con-
ceted and foolish and tried to cure me. He
no longer thought OF me at all.
1t was only at the end of the term that
he sci aside his perfunctory tutor manner.
''Are you going home, Miss Chrystal?"
lie asked me hesitatingly.
| Yes. Not at once, though. For a week
or two L am going to stay with Claudia
Miss Harrison, 1 mean. Then she will
come home with me-"
Il may be spending my holidays near
you. Perhaps-possibly-w may meet
each other"
"Oh, yes, very possibly" said 1. And
suddenly felt light hearted at the thought
of holidays. There was little pause, and
rose and held out my hand.
1T is somewhere in Devonshire, is it
not?" said he.
"What?"
'Your home?'
"Yes. Axetown East Quite a little
place on the coast. Have you friends
| there, Mr.. Tudor?"
L
| believe the fishing is good' And it did
not strike me as strange that he should be
going to place in which he had no friends,
aad of which he did not know the name
and county.
But L did not tell the girls what he had
told me. 1t was only at the end of my visit
| to Claudia that l broke the news to her. I
broke it casually.
He came for the fishing" 1 said ''And
father and the boys -accidentally-to
have come across him."
Never mind" said Claudia.
''No. it does not matter" said, resign
edly.
But Claudia was sympathetic next day
when we arrived at AXetown East. In
short forth ght Mr.. Tudor had made great
strides toward friendship with all at
home. He had found favor with
comfortless, and he deserted it
frequently. He came and went at
all hours, laughed and smoked with the
boys and talked sensibly like an old friend
with father. He was more bronzed than
ever; for a fortnight he had been fishing
and rowing and walking with energy. He
| laughed as sometimes suspected he could
! laugh: he had left his tutor manners be-
| hind him with cap and gown. Suddenly
| now, at the end of fortnight he had
grown tired of fishing and of lonely boat
| ing and walking. He haunted our house;
| he seemed to be always where l was.
| Claudia was sympathetic; and, somehow,
| felt traitorous when l received her SYM
| pathy.
1t was a still, warm summer evening
| day or two after our arrival. We were in
the drawing-room down stairs, and the
French windows were open wide. Father
| was showing Mr.. Tudor some views OF
places abroad where he had been stationed
at different times. Suddenly. on the still
air, came voice from the garden. Claudia
| was coming up the walk with my brother
George.
''And that is the story" she said. ''It
doesn't seem quite modest thing to say
man bushes when you speak to him. Poor
Cis! she has never been happy in his pres
ence since. He will spoil her holiday. We
try to praise him sometimes; but as for Cis,
she will never say anything good of him.
She really dislikes him now"
That's pity" said George. ''forsTudor
poor beggar-is in love with her''
do not think father had heard; he was
engrossed in photographs of China. l did
not venture to look at Mr. Tudor. l did not
think that he looked at me. But an anec-
d0te winch father was relating was new to
us when he told it again next day.
1t was an hour or two later that we found
ourselves alone together. But Georges
words were ringing in my brain still. 1t
seemed natural, now that we were alone,
that we should go back at once straight to
those words.
1T is true" he said gently. II did not
ment to tell you yet. L meant to try and
win VOur love first -
did not speak. He was standing near
me by the open window. and he took my
hand and let it rest in his.
do l spoil your holidays?" he asked,
gravely. Are you unhappy. as your
friend says. because l am here?"
hesitated for a moment. 81 do not
think that Claudia knows" l answered.
''Cicely, am very bold" he said eagerly
VERY bold to speak to you now so soon.
If make you unhappy 1 will go. If
have no chance-no chance at all-tell me,
Cicely, and send me away"
But said nothing.
''Send me away now." he said plead
ingly.
looked up at him. could think of no
proper answer. Il do not want to send
you away" said.-Belgravia.